The Westerner [Practice Spar]

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The battlefield had called to him - the blood had beckoned him, the violence enchanted him. Little more than a year old, Codeine had no official business here - but it did not stop him from showing up. Fron entering, from stepping into the ring despite his age and demure stature. Slate gray eyes would flick over the field, although the battlefield had called to him there had been a voice that sung. It had cut through the air and pulled him forth, teasing him with the chance to prove his worth in battle. Killing prey was not enough - he knew it was not enough, the older he got the less that it did for him. His mother was not there to focus his mind, his sister had vanished when Amenti got a new leader - and he had left the battlefield where his mother and father lay waste to one another.


They were his family, his - he was supposed to protect them and yet he failed time and time again. His fault, his alone, the guilt was something small that ate away at him somewhere deep inside. But piled on top of that was a thirst for chaos and the immediate urge to purge himself of boredom. He wanted to make someone bleed, as well as bleed himself. That was why he followed after the chilled voice of a lupine on the battlefield, not knowing who they were or what he was getting into. Honestly though, he hoped that his opponent was large, knowledgable, and as willing to fight with little held back as he was.


He would step into the other's sights, his gaze cutting up to the other's amber eyes. The young male would stare a moment, the wind chilling his fur as it swept over the bloodstained field. "You comin' down from there anytime soon?" The ivory brute asked, his tone somewhat dark, but there was not a hint of emotion within. Once the other beast of a brute touched the ground his defenses would slip into place. Eyes narrowed, ears pinned, and his lips raised in a snarl. The smaller male's hackles would raise along his neck and spine, and he would lower his head and tuck his chin, eyes never leaving his enemy. Behind him his tail would lash, and his legs would spread as his lower legs bent slightly so that his body was angled a bit closer to the ground.